Sunday, January 8, 2012

~TREES~

Roots take wings to fly the free skies

TREESalways dig deeperarbourtoreum mottooverheard over soft headsTREESbuzz wires with your dewelectro-static-elecricSymbiotic life dependsTREESCodependent treeCocreative beingCorelative lifeTREESfull of glory beonce eons of nights push pasttwined burlap sacks hold tightTREESHave your fill of the fullness of soillet it curl between your furled rivletsmaking wide your berthTREESa new day dawnsfor meet and greet treesnever flinching always swayingTREESnever grinding sometimes creakingas you as tree life have always gone this wayTREESslipped beneath the screams of other plantsyou never yelled like my philadenronsyou took your fate like a slab of meatTREESas you like it, to go with the flow of destinyalways always unafraidhow you knew how toTREESstand your ground so tall and proudgrandfathered into existence this quality of yoursbesides your fine grain of rings circling years around youTREESeven after the high-pitch of chainsaw in the distant fieldscame inching closer to your neck of the woodsremember how I heard the noise firstTREESmy heart lept from my heart into your segmented arms dalled limbsstaring me down and you showed mehow to make heart wreaths from your spliced pruningsTREESI tried to warn youto save youto sit in you all day and nightTREESa vigil of a tree-sittera verifiable tree-huggera definite tree-loverTREESbut you were already dead or very nearhanging by a thread your lifeblood suckedlike marrow from your saprotted from the inside out tree cancer burlswe make clocks out of theseTREESby the thought of human's insensitivity to this dead wood almostbut that's ok being fenced in like this?heard in the after distance an altar by the highwayTREESthe slishslosh of snowy in day on a January sundayas cars make double time to return to slow downas the sunsets so low too bright for eyesTREESyou trees stand between me and the sunbut the sun is winningas my eyes can no longer see for me beyond the stars and between the hoursof hazy misty foggy auras of past tree lifeTREESof trees that should have been thereto stop my blindness now unaccustomed to the intensity of life without treesTREESmake a speech for i am speechlessnot painless save you of the white birch societyas gripping is this hypnotic passing of shadowsTREESflash past me trees on the long drivefirst igniting then searing my brainocular so tied into the brainTREESfinding my hands cannot block the sunwhen holding them up to sunglassed eyesas endless as summer searching for stop stop stopTREESthese trees incessant and endless mindnumbing starburstsoverpowering overwhelming my whelping mindlike a bright lighthouse or blue oystersTREESa cult of more cowbell at this bovine's expensewhen then, what did I seebut a billion universes I cannot explainTREEShow funny to see me sitting there stunned and stonedby artless artificewhen full force open to eternity these lasersTREESburnt rivulets into my mushbrain full of gray trees nowof canaries mice and men and dull yellow birds in brain cagessalvaging my soul, a saving grace; the light that saved meTREESwho's shadows flicker across the cerebellumblinking of those twinkly light bulbsthe on off of neuroluminosity this way of being able to seeTREESand now my eyes can see their own vessel as all is blood red as sun nowin my ocular migraine called ouchtears of crimson tinge fall down like iron bullets to the dgroundTREESfalling down rain stained tearsto meet on your feetnever hold back the potential of the seeded oneTREESstretch up to the sky and tell your storyas you see the big picture clearly nowwhich is for us quite small considering your sizeTREESas we remember a time, not long agowhen humans were beechnuts, not as kind to youas you were to usTREESsheltering us from swelter no matter the weatherstorms sleet and hailkeeping us warm through the ice agesTREESthey nailed a sign on youNo TrespassingTrees; Forgive Us Our TrespassesTREESlet us now lean upon youadore your massive elephantine trunksas they feed us your sublime life energiesTREESGod gave us this proud stand of treesin the Co-Creator Universe we feedSo never remove the source, the treeTREESfrom the equationas you've held your ground for so longgave us swingtime on willowy branchesTREESfrom your limbs we played Tarzan all dayrounded your trunk holding hands and singingring round the RoseyTREESmade love on your blanket of fallen leavesthe persian carpet of longing desireswe dreamed thereTREESpined for your forested floorsto cover us one daybut todayTREESwe sup under the fragrant pineslungs take in the airy breezeblowing in the windTREESa lovely dayto sup en pleine airewith a bear and a picnic basketTREESplease delve deeper into the abyss of our shadow'd soulsknown as the human unconsciousness,only trees are conscious in this sleepy illusionTREESas we are the trees worst nightmaresso waken from the sleep state of the unconscionablethe time has come when we as humansTREESif we are to find anything of worth herewe have found this thing in the treethis pure life force of radiant energyTREESas anything can be humanly possibleespecially surrender to the forcethat rocks the cradle of the earthTREESrecall the times whenwe were all onethe sad rememberingTREESYo treeshelp us wake up!wake up and smell the Yew BrewTREESas deep as four fathoms fivethese redwood trees did reachall the way to our Echo BeachTREESroots and all went down, down, downdug in deeper the low downas beauties balanced YinYangTREESas these forces converged inenergy held in queall perfect as it should beTRESSin the Art of Zen and tree gardenswe found peacethe trees clamber to be climbersTREESlong to make us a coat of their barkthey never bark ordersbut subtlely awakened usTREESwith LOVEto touch down and reach the unfurled skygather closetouch the sun's illuminating raysTREESfeel warmed by the solar energizerengineered by trees interfacein the middle of all kinds of weatherTREESListen EmpatheI hold you nearsignal for the time of the regrowth sequenceTREESforgoe retribution with redistributionthink not of the past but focus on the futureour ers as your parent-caregiverTREESare now our heirs apparent needing to livegrow along with us,in our own time,TREESand through the many generations to comeas the human faces the cold future windswith your hand hold us stillTREESkeep us from quivering and shivering and turning blue without youit is a pipeline to our soulsyour trunks we yearn to embrace as one of usTREESholding unto a memory stored in your data banks your tree dnaas there comes a time when our own grandparents walked this lane alonethinking the same thing; what does the future holdTREESso they held onto you with their dear lifeand prayed you'd hear them and anwer their prayersand you prayed along with themTREESa direct connect to the maker of all that is thishere and now on the planes of illusionthe dream mets us were we stood standing as one LOVETREESto make a standthis stand of trees holds poignant groundAll who would live in youTREESbush babies, sparrows and chickadeescrows and ravens, too numerous varietyall differentiated by the differential of variant energiesTREESall needed to become the unified LOVE field we need to escape the illusioninto the world we were meant to live in as ONE LOVEsquirrels and hawks, racoons and others who woefully longed for the shadeTREESin the dry desertin the mid-summer noon-day suntrees were like the cool midnight moonTREESbathing us in effervescent life energiesand always their unbroken their wings the tree rings did recordin record time the memories of our energies hereTREESwe are unaware of thisyettheir tenacious grasp lived in both worlds at onceTREESand they were always at their best when up to batrooting for us humansgiving us the needed oxygen to go the miles we have gone beforeTREESalways gave us sure footing, to behoove usnever to make a snare for our feet unless some other vine was unintentionally invitedinside our EdenTREEScaught us off guard as these monstrous living enties could only watch usdestroy themwithout tearing our hearts out and eating themTREESto hear their tormented cries would drive us insaneso we cannot hear their pitch entirelyas axe had dug deep into the heart of this beingTREESwe think can't help but feel sorry for the treesOur new renewal is to make tree life happento give a wider berth than normally alottedTREESas trees needs this doing to makingas so alive we will become when this forest undulates with energies alivefull of hidden potential unleashed by lifeTREESthis hustle bustle of bursting through jungle lifeand at the same time we sew through the see-throughthose seams that bind us all togetherTREES so that all will be as it did seem to be then as it is now it is so to be so now we sew. we repair. we fix.TREESidyllic, we make the worldso sophoric as altogether we are divinethe keepers of this forested glenTREESthis utopia of cornucopia from plant life tofruit bearing treesheavily-laden with heavy turned light bodied offeringsof us feasting at the harvest tableTREESno longer a threshing machine to cut off lifebut a place where life is imbued with continual goodness of good lifeenergies of noncombustible perpetual energyTREESemotionally satisfying our cravings for life in all waysour tables bursting;we then sing like birds in the trees we made to happenTREESas keepers of the gardenwe keep healthythank-you trees for many your rich blessingsTREESas birds of a feather kindly take to the skiessinging songs of the bluebird of happinessa whole other world we make it here and nowTREES And so on this day, all the trees diedas soon humans followedand on this day, one of manyTREESthe planet became a lonely place againas the linear protrusions of dead rootslifted their lifeless fingerlingsTREESto a cold gray everyday skyhands held tight, close the heart of theearth's internal beat we cannot hearTREESbut the tree listens and grows according to the seasonsand in witner the energy stored practically used forall intents and purpose to bare more fruitTREESfor all the children who inhabit this wooden housea treehouse of sorts, a fun place to raise the kidsaround the fresh air that oozes from each pungentTREEScedar and oak, every endless song of multiple variety bore their nakednessto the elements year after yearTREESstoic treesyou rise from the containerwhich held you in her armsTREESheld this tightly all togetherwrapped up like a beautiful presentalways feel the heart beatTREESthe living sap of sugar energycoating the viens of woody flesh with plant lifein lieu of rocksTREEStrees are alive like ussentient beings facingthe same quandry of life and deathTREESfood or nonewater or droughtgood times or badTREES all this round mound of mother earthinto the woods,the earth under the treesgrows rich with her growthTRESSyear after yearleaving leaves as composta composition as lovely as a paintingTREESbreath deeply now as the life under rooted timberinhaled her deep oxygenated soulso within her being I could feel her lung-like branchesTREESbillowing in my face thisclean oxygenated air refreshing my mind body and soulthanks to the treesTREESall said when they tasted her fresh air processbreath out the energized tree moleculeslet loose the trees to liveTREESto breath and let breath the other creatureswho inhabit theholding onto their mother like a hugTREESdeep into the ground the tress holding ontofor so dearly, so tenderly the earth in turncarresses the trees, giving way as need beTREESallowing the fingers of earth's lungsto expand into yet unknown reachesfinding the sun, exchanging light for airTREESclinging and clutchingthe tree makes soil for the earth'sconsciousness want verdant green firelds of treesTREESswayingbillowingdancingTREESin the windfinding sunas all interdependentsTREESknow thatthey need to surviveby being one amazing energizedTREESinfused with respect each elementbends forms and reforms matteras spirit, trees echo our livesTREESyoungster, teenager and adultas all life is replayed in treesthe rings in their trunksTREESspeak of time in eons not yearsas ancient treesthe ancestor now fossilizedTREESleave behind a wealth of living knowledgeof the health and welfare of a communitybefore manTREEShad ever touched foot upon the earththe trees stood beforewaiting for usTREESwith open branchesholding onto us, reaching deep into the memory soilthe knowing womanTREESmother earthand into our heartsswingingFREESfallingreplace the soil with yearly toilTREEStheir livesoutliveour hours